The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
More than anything Danica was shocked that someone would attack in public like this, it was open and highly visible. It took a moment to realize what was going on and that Noel might well be trying to help her, or at least get a good shot at dark and scary. With her new abilities and a healthy distrust of strangers in general, she didn't like either, but the woman appeared to be the least threatening of the two in that she hadn't tried to kill Danica yet. While there was only a split second to react, it did give her enough time to dash down an alley.
This would take the fight off the streets so there would at least not be cop cars coming from every direction to arrest and/or shoot all of them. Danica also sheathed the wrist blade to keep others from seeing it and getting a little dodgy about what was going on. There were already people beginning to take notice of them, right now they all needed to get out of the public eye. Around the corner she peeked out to see Noel trying to distract the man and draw his attention. The move seemed to work for a moment and she ducked back around the corner trying to think of what to do next.
None of this made any sense to Danica because even before gaining powers she never ran in circles anywhere close to this. Most of her days at work were filled with taking dictation, filing paperwork, and getting coffee, not trying to avoid being killed by the man in black. Danica's personal time was filled with mostly arts and crafts, watching television, and other mundane activities no one would have thought anything about. Before this her life had been quite normal, so why all this aggression, did the man have a beef with dwarfs.
That's when it dawned on Danica, not dwarfs, mutants. However that lead to another unsettling question, if he knew that she was a mutant, how had the man come across this information. It was her most carefully guarded secret. About half way down the alley she turned and waited for the would-be assassin, the object now was to figure out a way to set up some sort of ambush that would catch him off-guard, that was likely the only way she would come out of this in one piece, as he didn't seem the type to just give up and go home. When the man came around the corner, Danica flipped him off and ran around another corner, hoping Noel would still be in pursuit.
The ride through the city was a fun one, Danica feeling the wind in her hair as they rode, watching the buildings of glass and steel fade to rolling country meadows as they moved out of the city proper. The feeling was exhilarating and for a time it allowed her to forget any problems. However like any ride, it eventually came to an end. The other thing that Danica picked up on was Cafas' lack of reciprocation to her flirting. It meant that he either wasn't interested, or taken, either way she refrained from any further teasing. As the two drove onto the mansion grounds and the bike came to a stop, Danica's attitude visibly changed.
She ad caught glimpses of other people, people who unlike her, had visible mutations. Horns, odd skin colors, wings, claws, it was quite a sight to see even for a moment. While many might think that such a sight would give Danica comfort, it didn't. Seeing other people that were visibly different finally drove home that her old life was over. Everything that Danica had known and grown accustomed to was gone, she felt alone, adrift, without direction or purpose.
Walking out of the garage she didn't immediately start moving through the grounds, instead Danica watched all the people walking about, those who could hide their mutations, and those who couldn't. It was uncomfortable and unsettling for the woman. Rather than being happy to see other mutants, Danica was almost in tears. It took a lot of self control for her not to break down as the reality of the situation set in. The only thing she wanted to do was pretend this was all a bad dream and return to a normal life, yet that was no longer possible.
Almost hugging herself Danica looked around, “So, is this where they hide all the monsters parents warn their children about?” the question was directed as much at herself as anyone else.
Well, I have net access again, and didn't even mean to really. I bought a new android phone because I needed it for my job, turns out I can use it as a wifi hot spot for my laptop. I don't know a lot about cell phones, so this was surprising. I can't promise regular postings though, my job works the hell out of me for 12+ hours a day sometimes.
Just dropping a line while I have a minute online. I wanted to let everyone know I'm still here, but still on LoA, it's taking longer to get settled into this new job than I thought.
Unusually quiet Danica followed her new friend keeping an eye out for the bike. The first time the two met she'd not paid much attention to the make and color of the vehicle that Cafas was driving, in light of the situation that was unfolding. But a vague image remained in the back of her mind. After a moment she noticed a small but attractive bike literally sandwiched between two vehicles. Danica smacked him in the leg gently and pointed on the direction of the only visible thing that even came close to the image she had in mind. “Want me to get a can opener?” Danica said.
She waited for Cafas to get everything situated before approaching, then looked everything over carefully. This would be a new experience for the Danica as she'd never been on a bike before. The idea was somewhat exciting as she thought about tearing down the road with the wind whipping through her hair. The more Danica thought about it, the more appealing the idea became, and her spirits were finally beginning to lift. Earlier today at the bus stop the only thing she could see in the future was doom and gloom, now it appeared there might actually be a future in store that didn't involve homelessness and begging.
Once Cafas was on the motorcycle, she climbed up in front of him, with a little help. Danica also wasn't kidding about sitting in his lap. Making sure her hair, which came to the small of the back, was inside the back of her jacket to avoid whipping around, the little woman wiggled around for a moment. It had been so long since Danica had felt good about herself and the situation, she decided to enjoy this high while it lasted. Despite being in the alley for a few minutes there was still a hint of perfume and deodorant about her. Once they were both positioned on the bike Danica leaned her body against Cafas and looked up with a smile. “Ready yet?”
"Come on, let's get you sorted with a roof for tonight. Believe it or not you have options. I'd recommend Xavier's, the mutant school. They did right be me when I got to New York. There's also the Sanctuary, if you'd prefer more privacy, at the price of it being a bit rougher." At this Danica arched a brow lightly, hearing that there was some sort mutant school. She was also relieved to know there as a place mutants could live in relative safety without constantly being attacked or harassed simply for who and what they were. She was also surprised by how kind Cafas was being, after her new state of existence it wasn't something she was used to.
For the first time since becoming a mutant, since those dark clouds hung over her life, there finally seemed to be a break in the cover as a ray of sunshine shone through. Danica was still scared, confused, and upset, but taking a moment to pull herself together the young woman realized this was something that couldn't simply be 'dealt' with. This was a problem she would have to take one day at a time and solve each situation as it arose. There was also another first that took place as well. Danica knew that she wouldn't be able to do all of this alone, help would be needed. To that end she stood up, dusted herself off and took a deep breath, trying to collect her mind, and what shreds of dignity that still remained.
Slightly embarrassed by everything that happened she looked over at Cafas, “This whole crying drunk in the alley bit... never happened.” Taking a moment to further straighten her clothes Danica held her chin up defiantly and walked toward the end of the alley. Still something of a victim of her own moods swings, this one turned out to not be as bad as some of the others. Now in a slightly cheerful mood at the prospect of life not always dumping on her, Danica waited for Cafas to walk up next to her. With a bit of a smile she playfully nudged him with a shoulder.
”Hey, if you still got that bike you want me to ride on your lap?” Danica said.
“Can you blame them? It's what humans do. Their primitive minds react the same way they have for thousands of years. When they don't understand or comprehend something, they fear it. Because they fear it, they hate it. It's how they deal with being weak.” Kaz said, spreading his arms outward, “We're the closest things to gods humans know. Of course they're terrified and want to kill us, that's how humans always react.”
“They do, don't they...” Danica said. Listening to those words and looking at the destruction that she'd caused, Danica thought about that for a moment. Being the closest thing to a god that most humans had ever seen. Looking down at her hand she flexed it curiously. That optic blast was the first time she had ever tried to put any true force into one of her attacks, and the results surprised even her. Never before had Danica imagined that she could possess that kind of power. 'The closest thing to a god,' Danica thought.
The more she thought about it the more it seemed to make sense. They were giants among insects, almost akin to living gods on Earth. Capable of everything a human was, and more, mutants had powers and abilities most people could only dream of. Humans reacted to her with fear, and she reacted to them with fear. More than anything Danica was afraid of being attacked, it was something she'd always feared because of her lack of physical prowess, but now the abilities she possessed seemed to more than make up for that. It was so easy for her to simply knock people aside as though they were nothing.
“When I suggested busting some heads, I didn't think you'd actually for it. You realize they're probably going to get backup from those bots right?” Kaz said.
“Meta bots eh?” Danica said. “Guess we'll find out just how strong I am then, won't we?”
“Two officers down, probably dead. Do you want to add more to the body count?” Kaz said.
“Did you seriously just ask me that?” Danica said. She started to walk toward the other end of the alleyway to see if there were anymore police officers coming, when she was nearly mowed down. From around the corner an officer came running and literally skidded to a halt upon seeing Danica, whom he almost missed in the rush. Both were shocked into silence for a moment by the near collision and looked at one another without moving or saying anything, then she was the first to react.
“Oh my god!” Danica said, her voice was a high pitched squeal. Looking at Kaz she whimpered and pointed. “It's one of those mutant things, it's attacking people! Oh my god, you have to save me!” The officer took a step in front of her, placed a hand on his gun and started to say something. Before any words could escape a large orange burst from behind sent him sliding face first along the ground, dead as a door nail. Standing there in the alley with an index finger extended, a small curl of smoke rose up as a smirk crept across her face.
When a second officer appeared not far behind Danica spun around, only this time she decided to take a different approach. The blasts that could be ejected from her legs had a considerable amount of force. If they were able to propel Danica into the air, it meant there was a downward thrust involved. As the officer took a split second to assess the situation, she jumped up as if to drop kick, but instead fired a blast of energy through her legs. In a horizontal position the blast bounced the police officer off the wall, only cracking a few ribs in the process. For her part Danica flew back like a little bottle rocket, hit Kaz at an angle, without striking any of his numerous spines and spikes, then bounced off the wall and landed face down on the ground.
I never really understood how different my life was until today. I finally drummed up the courage to go outside, even willing to go as far as the local market to pick up some groceries. Mom gave me her debit card and a list of things to get, I'm just glad dad kept my old booster seat and foot pedal adjusters from driving school. Everything went fine at the market, the people there were even extra nice to me because of what happened. It wasn't until I got outside and started loading groceries into the car that things started to go south. It seems as though if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have any at all.
Parading down the street like a bunch of idiots was a Friends of Humanity rally. It's so nice to know that narrow minded bigots can spew their hate and bile with such pride. They were carrying signs going on about how mutants are nothing more than a disease than should cleansed from society. Before now I never really paid them any mind, now it took everything I had not to open up on those losers. To be honest the only reason I didn't was because of how many there were. They probably would have killed me before I took down a dozen of them. Most bigoted morons tend to carry guns for when rationally minded people get tired of their crap.
I've always had to deal with stupid people growing up, I only wished closed minds came with closed mouths. I just wish one of those retards would start running off at the mouth by himself, then I would let him have it, and I don't mean a verbal beat down either. I'd give the self-righteous hate monger exactly what he deserved. I know a lot of people say that it wouldn't make me any better than him, but there comes a time when someone just has to stand up for themselves. I was beaten and tortured for a month because I was different, I'll die before I let something like that happen again. Anyone tries to lay a hand on me for being a mutant, they better hope they have god in their corner, otherwise I'll kill'em.
As I write this entry I feel absolutely shameless eating the bag of candy next to me. Despite what some might think I didn't mug some poor kid for candy, instead I cut eye holes in a bed sheet and went trick or treating myself. Being a dwarf trussed up like a ghost, most people assumed I was just another kid out having fun. I know it was a silly thing for me to do, but after everything that's happened lately I needed to unwind and have a little me time. When I got home my mother was shocked both that I'd cut holes in her favorite sheet, and that I went trick or treating. She scolded me like a kid, the whole time dad was next to her nodding in agreement... and trying not to laugh about it.
I honestly don't know what I'm going to do now. My parents haven't pushed me to go out and try to get my life back on track, knowing what I've gone through, but dad still tries to get me to go for counseling. So far I've been able to hold it off by saying I'm not ready to talk about what happened. There is truth in that though, I'm not ready. I know one day this is something that I'll have to deal with, but for now I'm just trying to figure out how to have any sort of life with this new pain in the ass I have to deal with. Gina stopped by a few times trying to get me to go out with her, and God knows I wanted to, just to get out of the house for a while. I've ended up making excuses though because I'm afraid of what will happen if someone finds out about me.
I'm starting to feel like a prisoner in my own room, afraid to even go out the door lest I be discovered. In comparison to this it was a cake walk learning to deal with being a dwarf. Most people look at me a little weird, but then just go on with their lives, but being a mutant, that's a whole other story. Most people reel back in horror. Some run, others hide, and worse still others attack. For no other reason than fear they lash out at innocent people, most of them just trying to live their lives like anyone else. I see it more often than I used to. Honestly I never really cared about mutant one way or the other before, I had too much going on in my life to care.
It would seem that things just keep going from bad to worse. I ended up having to hide in my old room for a freakin' week because my powers wouldn't stop playing show and tell. Every time I turn around something's popping and crackling... maybe I should stop turning around so much. If only it were that easy, but that's not the best part, oh no. Last night I decided to sneak out of the house and go for a walk in the woods after my folks turned in for the night. About a half house later all the crackling and popping finally stopped. For a minute I thought it might have finally gone away, if only I were so lucky.
Without warning my powers just seemed to explode, and I mean literally, they took out just about everything within a ten foot radius, just bang, and it was gone. Afterwards it felt like I had run a marathon non-stop, every muscle in my body ached, and to make matters worse half the neighborhood heard it. My folks along with a small armed party showed up to find out what happened. I had to rattle off some lame story about minding my own business when the bang went off, and being as mystified as everyone else. Naturally when the perfectly circular blast crater couldn't be explain it was blamed on a mutant.
The police came out, a report was filed, several statements about some hideous mutant attacking poor innocent little ol' me were given. Once again I had to play stupid and say I only say 'something' move before the bang went off. When I told them it all happened so fast I couldn't really recall anything, the police seemed to buy it. Then they asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital and be checked out, which I declined. The last thing I wanted to do was go into the lion's den as it were. I've been hearing rumors around town that some hospitals have started testing any blood samples for the mutant gene. I don't know if it's true or not, but better safe than sorry.
I hate my new abilities, I absolutely hate them, it's like a curse from hell itself. The worst part is the only place I have left to go is back to my parent's place. They've always told me the door is open should I need it, the only question is, would that same door still be open if they knew I was a mutant freak. I've probably put on another ten pounds from all the damn ice cream I've been eating, but it seems to be one of the few things to take my mind off all the crap been going through lately. There are days that I really hate my life, and this happens to be one of them. More than anything I wish I would just wake up in bed and realize this was all a bad dream.
Not only can I shoot these weird orange beams out of my eyes and hands, it seems I can do it through my legs and jump really high. Good thing I'm moving out this afternoon, doubt I'll be getting my deposit back after blowing a hole in the floor. I'm just glad there was no one living in the apartment below me. My parents will be coming over to help my haul all my crap out, I suppose I'll toss some water around the hole and say it was water damage. Like I'm really going to just up and say my new freaky mutant powers demolished the floor.
As much as I hate my powers I suppose I should try to learn about them a little at least. They've been acting weird the last few days. The energy crackles over my body a lot more than it did at first but I don't know why, in fact I know practically nothing about them at all. I still hate these power, I hate them. More than anything I wish I could be rid of them and pretend none of this ever happened. This is without a doubt the worst thing that's ever happened to me, these stupid powers have absolutely ruined my life. I never asked for this, I never wanted it, and now because of it I can never have a normal life.
"That wont help. Trust me," Cafas said, kneeling down in front of her. Deep down Danica knew that he was right, alcohol wasn't the answer to her problems, nor was getting lost at the bottom of a bottle. The only thing she was really after at the moment was something to take the edge off the pain. For months she'd been grappling with this problem, isolated, alone, scared. Now the mental thunderstorm had started to calm into a rather deep depression at the realization of her circumstances. Danica truly was homeless, without money, family, or friends, unless she counted Cafas.
"Seventeen." Cafas said, the number drawing a curious expression from her. "That's when my parents made it exceedingly clear I wasn't welcome at home. I don't know whether they planned to kill me, or worse, hand me over to the government, I just know I refused to find out." The two looked at one another briefly. "Spent two years homeless in a hostile country. So, I kinda get where you are right now. At least in that regard."
The young man held out a hand for the bottle. "Now, I can't tell you how to get your family back, but I can tell you where you can get a roof over your head, warm meals, a warm bed, and safety from mutant-haters, or just people that will... Well, people will take what they want if they think they can get away with it.”
“Can barely get a buzz off this crap anyway,” Danica said, tossing the bottle into Cafas' waiting hand. “Now, since we're trading sob stories, here's mine. You're a mutant, you were born that way and the uninvited guest that ruined your life moved in at puberty like most I'm guessing.” Before continuing Danica looked away and braced herself to say what would come next. It wasn't something she liked to talk about, but it was something that needed to be talked about. She'd seen what keeping things like this bottled up could do to a person.
“You were born a mutant, destined to become what you are, I wasn't. I have a gene, but not like yours, mine's latent, or at least it was. About five months ago I was kidnapped outside my place of work, by who I don't know, I only ever heard a mention of something called Sector Seven. They took me to a metal cell with no windows. There I was questioned relentlessly, if I didn't answer, I was beaten, hell sometimes they would beat me just for fun. Do you have any idea what it's like to have three men beating you with metal batons, listening to the sound of your own bones breaking as you scream for them to stop.”
Danica's eyes glazed over as she seemed to be reliving the worst memories of her life. “Then came the experiments. They would strap me to a metal table and pump me full of drugs, things that made if feel like my insides were doused in gasoline and set on fire. Day in and day out for a month they tried to activate my latent gene, then those sons of bitches actually succeeded. I don't remember what happened after that, all I know is when I woke up the place was a crater in the ground and everyone was dead.... I hope to god I was the one who killed them, and my only regret is I can't do it again.”
She began to rock back and forth for a moment trying to force back the worst of the memories, then looked at Cafas. “I've yelled, screamed, and hollered at you, I even broke one of your ribs. So why in the hell would you want to help me?” Reaching up Danica tugged a lock of his hair gently. “Pinky.”
When Cafas pursued Danica and started to talk again, the words burned into her mind to the point she spun on a heel to face him. There was nothing but anger in her face and it looked like she was ready for Cafas vs Danica, round two. Both hands balled into fists she was even puffed up physically, not that this made her intimidating. At this point she was angry enough to go toe to toe in public and orange arcs of energy began to crackle over her clothing. If she knew this was in plain sight of the general public, it didn't seem to phase her at the moment.
“Fine, you wanna talk, let's talk! My life was already in shambles before you decided to go all cop on me other other night with Snow White, and cause a wonderful little scene out behind my parent's house,” Danica said, throwing her arms out, “Cops, meta bots, weirdos, the whole freakin' circus was in town, and guess what? Good ol' mom and dad found out their little girl was more of a freak than they realized. Now my own godd**n parents won't let me in the front door!”
With the mental dam finally giving way to the torrent of uncontrollable emotions in her mind, Danica's sniffling turned into downright sobbing and she took off running down a nearby alley. There were no punks, crooks, or bad guys to be found here, just a few doors leading into the back of restaurants and a some old dumpsters. For New York the alleyway was surprisingly clean, mind you that just meant far less garbage than normal as opposed to actually being clean. At the end was a t-junction that lead to two different streets. There Danica slumped down against the wall and took the fifth of whiskey out of an over sized purse. Popping the top she took another long drink.
In Danica's mind there was nothing of her life left. No job, no apartment, no Rodney, even her parents were gone. Following a second long drink it burned down her throat even worse than the last. Although not drunk at this point Danica most assuredly wasn't sober either. The buzz from the alcohol was acting as an emotional dampener so that the mental apocalypse was reduced to a mere world war three. Suicide wouldn't be that hard, Danica even tried once a few months back when being held by Sector Seven. The only thing stopping her from trying it again was not only the pain caused by her first attempt, but also knowing it was a mortal sin. According to her personal beliefs suicide was a one way ticket straight to hell.
The mental storm abated and there was a moment of calm as Danica stopped to take stock of her situation. Once a bright and talented young woman with a promising career, she looked around seeing nothing but a train wreck leaning against a wall with a bottle of whiskey in one hand. There was a part of her that was disgusted at the sight, another part that didn't care, one that didn't know what to do next, even the urge to lash out violently was screaming for attention amidst the myriad of voices in her head.
I don't know what to do anymore, I just don't. I lost my job, I'm out of money, I was just served an eviction notice from my landlord, everything is just falling apart. I can't go to work, what if these damned powers of mine decided to pop out for a little game of show and tell. It wouldn't be the first time, sometimes little arcs of orange energy will crackle over my skin and cloths. I can't control it or stop it, and god forbid someone find out what I've become. I've seen how the world treats people like us. I've seen the rallies on television by Friends of Humanity and the Sons of Tomorrow.
Every other night it seems like there's a report on the news about some mutant walking down the street being attacked by mobs of angry people, it's a war zone out there. What would someone like me do, what could I do? It's bad enough being stared at as a dwarf, but a mutant. It's even worse for me, being a dwarf mutant, it's like getting the short end of the sick twice. Is this god's way of trying to making my life a living hell, did I do something to anger the powers that be? What could I have possibly done to deserve something like this?
Even worse is that after getting back I found out my parents has filed a missing persons report, there was even a news conference with my mother begging the kidnappers to let me go. I can't even begin to imagine what they went through, nor could they imagine what I went through. Dad keeps trying to get me to go to counseling, to get me to talk about what happened, but I can't. Everyone thinks I was kidnapped and raped, how could I tell them that I was experimented on and turned into a mutant by a group called Sector Seven. Even worse I can't let my parents find out, they already have a low opinion of mutants and I couldn't bear to lose them, they're all I have left.
I can't really remember much of what happened to me at that... place. To be honest I don't think I want to. I was only there for month, but I swear it felt like years. I was beaten, tortured, experimented on, but worst of all, those bastards succeeded. I don't know exactly what they did to me but I do remember they said something about me having a latent mutant gene. I know enough about mutants and basic biology to know that means I never should have had powers. The gene was dormant, likely something I would have passed on to my kids, but now... whatever they did to me, those powers are something I have instead.
Most of my memories are little more than one run-on nightmare, but I do remember bits and pieces of the last day I was there. That piece of garbage Dr. Larick said he thought he'd found a way to activate the gene. That's when I was injected with enough chemicals to float a battleship. This didn't feel like being on fire, it felt like someone had put me into a jet's booster engine and turned it on. I could see myself in a mirror nearby and my skin had turned bright red. I was hoping that I would pass out like I sometimes did, but no matter how much pain there was, I was awake for the whole thing. That's when it got really interesting.
That was the first time that orange energy began to crackle over my hands. Larick seemed excited saying that it was working, then his assistant said the gene was rejecting the therapy. That's when they injected me with a large dose of something called GTB09. I don't remember much after that. Larick's assistant seemed to panic over something about the GTB09 being catalyzed, then I blacked out. When I finally came to the whole place was nothing but a crater in ground and everyone was dead. As for me, I was laying in a field, cold, wet, tired, and half naked. I had to steal a tattered lab cot and make a run for it. I don't know if I was responsible for killing those people, but I hope to god that I was, every last one of them deserved it ten times over.
